Dear Friends of the Unreal —
As NaNoWriMo founder Chris Baty warns in his book, week #2 is tough. For those of us who have trouble with plot, week #2 feels plodding, and uncomfortable, and at this point just a tad strange.
This morning I found myself haunted by books I’ve loved and characters I admire. By stories I wish I’d told myself, and by ideas I had in rough drafts of other stories but that I’ve had to abandon. The return of the repressed — so touted by Sigmund Freud — seemed to be occurring.
What to do?
Allow it. See where it goes.
I figured that in this morass of zombies something alive must lurk. And just as I decided this, a dead writer appeared on the doorstep of the project.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Then uncross them, and continue writing.